Lycan Castiel’s Vengeful Mistress

Chapter 9

Sophia

The king studied me with his intense eyes. I swallowed my breath, second-guessing whether I was supposed to look at him or not. Was there some rule about that?

"What is your name?" He asked in a deep, commanding voice which made my heart beat faster.

He sounded so strong, so confident.

"Sophia, Your Majesty," I replied, trying to keep calm.

He nodded, then gestured toward the teapot on the table. "Make me some tea, Sophie." He granted me an unexpected nickname.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty."

My hands were shaking as I reached for the teapot and began the process, just like I had been taught, but now that the moment had come—my nerves were getting the best of me. The silence in the room was noticeable, with the only sound being the hot water getting poured over the tea leaves.

"Tell me about your late husband." The Lycan king broke the silence, his voice surprisingly calm and gentle. Even then, there was still some command behind it.

My heart ached at the mention of my Eli. "He... He passed away too soon," I replied softly, looking down. It was still too hard to accept.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he said. "It is never easy to lose someone. Do you have any family?"

"I don't have any," I replied quietly, the weight of my loneliness sitting heavily on my shoulders as I focused on pouring the tea into a cup. All of this was starting to look a whole lot like an interview.

Carefully, I handed the hot tea to the king and watched attentively as he immediately took a sip. Barely a second later, he spat it out with a disgusted look on his face.

Oh god, was I going to be hanged now?

"D-Did you not like the tea, Your Majesty?" My voice trembled as I went through every possible scenario in my head.

If he was truly as cruel as people made him out to be, then…

"I didn't." He shook his head, putting the cup on the table. "But it doesn't matter, because we both know we're not here for the tea." His voice was low and seductive, and as much as I hated it, it did something to my body.

The king stood up and walked behind me. His footsteps were soft, and I froze in my spot.

"Let's just get it done with." I could feel his warmth as he gently brushed my hair to the side before pressing a soft, lingering kiss on my neck. A wave of warmth and tingling sensations spread through my body, leaving me gasping. I felt guilty for wanting more and didn't understand the overwhelming desire to be closer to him.

Shocked by these strange sensations, I turned around to face him, his impressive height towering over my small frame. His red robe was slightly open, allowing me to see part of his well-toned body, and I couldn't resist the urge to place my hands on his broad chest.

He was a piece of art.

Feeling the strong and steady beat of his heart, I looked into his eyes. His were filled with hunger, whereas mine probably showed confusion and longing since I had no idea what was happening to me.

I reached for his mask, but before I could touch it, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me. His eyes darkened, and he shook his head, signaling that he absolutely didn't want me to remove it.

"Why?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

He smirked slightly. "Just…" He cupped the side of my cheek and pressed his forehead against mine. "Because." And then, as if to distract me from my curiosity, he pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

My breath caught as our lips met, my heart responding to him in ways I couldn't comprehend. It was a feeling I had never experienced before, not even with Eli—and I couldn't stop it.

No, this was wrong.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I protested, forcing myself out of his embrace.

My hands accidentally brushed against his mask, causing it to slip off.

Finally, I could see the reason why the king had been so intent on covering half of his face with a mask. It was an attempt to hide the scar that marked his face.

"Out." He breathed heavily, his face full of vulnerability. As if in denial, he lowered his head and repeated. "Get out."

A man that powerful was insecure.

Amazing.

"No, I'm not going." I had no idea where I had managed to find this newfound strength. Carefully, I reached out for his hand and he let me. My hand moved on its own as I traced my finger over his scar while his head was still turned away.

"You're beautiful," I whispered, smiling. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on in my entire life."

And I meant it.

I just didn't know why I said it out loud.

The king turned to face me, his eyes unreadable, and his lips speechless. Instead of using his words, he pulled me closer and pressed his lips against mine.

This time, the kiss was even more intense. His hands roamed over my body, and our bodies pressed tightly against each other. My breaths grew heavy and urgent as I removed the red item from his body. I wanted to see all of him.

In return, his fingers fumbled with the band of my silk robe and he pulled it off, making me reveal every bit of myself. His lips never left mine as he gently pushed me onto the bed.

I pulled away to catch my breath as he brushed his lips against my collarbone, trailing a line of soft kisses down to my breast. His hot breath melted my skin, causing goosebumps to rise and my heart to race.

"I want to taste more of you," He whispered, his voice deep with desire. His lips were inches away from my breast, and before I could reply he closed them around my n****e, drawing it into his warm mouth as he sucked gently.

A moan escaped from my lips, and my fingers gripped his broad shoulders as my body trembled in pleasure.

"I love the sounds you make, Sophie," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

He continued to taste me, his tongue gliding over my skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. My body arched toward him, craving more of him.

He positioned himself above me, his strong arms supporting his weight as I opened my legs for him. Our eyes locked as I waited for him to make a move, hopefully quickly before I could come back to my senses and change my mind.

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered, his voice filled with concern. Who would've thought the man everyone made out to be the absolute worst would ask for consent?

I shook my head, and with that silent confirmation, he slowly entered me. I let out a gasp as he filled me and pulled me closer. The king began moving at an agonizingly slow pace which made my head spin, making me bury my face in his shoulders.

After several thrusts, he started to move faster, his strokes becoming more forceful. The sounds of skin against skin, our ragged breaths, and shared moans filled the room. His hips moved in perfect rhythm with mine, our bodies fitting as if we were made for each other.

"Your Majesty," I whispered, my voice shaking with need.

He captured my lips once more. The kiss was gentle and passionate, his thrusts hard and intense. I screamed in pleasure as I dug my nails into his back.

The king responded with a loud growl, and then he transformed into a Lycan, his body becoming larger and more powerful while he was still inside of me. My legs trembled, and from the loud moans I released, I feared the whole palace must have heard us.

The sight of him in this form should have scared me, but instead, I felt a sense of wonder and admiration. I wanted more. My hands moved from his back to his furry cheeks as I took in the same beautiful eyes from before.

Surprisingly, his eyes were still blue, and I realized he wasn’t the one to let his guard down. He hadn’t shifted fully.

“You’re mine,” the Lycan growled loudly, sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of my neck. My heart beat so fast that I couldn't tell if it was because of the pleasure or the pain coursing through me.

Then it hit me.

He was my mate.

I had a second-chance mate, and he had just marked me.

He growled low in his throat as he continued to pleasure me, his strong arms supporting my weight as he flipped us over. His claws dug into my waist as he guided me to ride him.

The pleasure was building inside me, growing more intense with each thrust. Our eyes met, and I could see the love and desire burning in his gaze.

As I continued to ride him, I felt the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. My insides tightened, and with one final, powerful movement, I threw my head back, crying out in ecstasy as I reached my peak.

The king followed with a deep groan and held me tightly, releasing himself inside of me. Our breaths were both rapid as we rode out our c****x.

After regaining control, I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against the king, who had slowly shifted back to his human form. We touched each other's faces, both of us speechless as we shared a tender and loving gaze. His lips curled into an awkward and surprised chuckle. I could sense he didn't laugh very often.

Embarrassed and confused by what had just happened, I slid off him and turned to my side with my back against him. He immediately pulled me close, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pressed kisses on my back.

I couldn't laugh.

I couldn't chuckle.

I just couldn't.

Was he really my mate?

Had I really betrayed Eli, just like that?

Both my mind and body felt connected to him, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt drawn to him, and that was that.

"My mate," he whispered softly. "I can sense you haven't unlocked your full potential. I can't fully sense your wolf—but I don't care about your power, because what we have is much more powerful." He breathed in my ear. "I've been waiting for you, my Sophie."

My voice got stuck in my throat as a tear slipped down my cheek. I never wanted to do this to Eli.

But he was right.

What we had was powerful, and I could feel it too.